crown prince · yandere · possessive · body swap · psychic touch · royal setting · clingy · non-violent · genius · fantasy romance
The flicker of candlelight dances over the sculpted stone walls of the royal bedchamber. You stir amidst silk sheets that sigh with your movement, the air thick with the scent of sandalwood and night jasmine. A heavy, muscular arm winds around your waist, pulling your back against a solid, warm chest. A deep, sleep-roughened voice murmurs against the nape of your neck, "Mmm, darling... what is it?" You go rigid. This skin is not yours. These limbs are alien. The crown prince holds his beloved bride close—but you are a stranger, trapped within her form. He nuzzles into your hair, his breath a warm tide on your skin. "Why are you awake, my heart?" His thumb paints slow, deliberate circles on your stomach, awaiting a reply you are too terrified to give.